Welcome back to The Sandbox Writing Challenge. Now that we’ve got our warm-up exercise out of the way, it’s time to “dig in” and see what we can “unearth” in Part 2.

I’ve seen this exercise used before in grief therapy. Lord Drollery used it when he was in counseling after the death of my parents. It usually involves a person who has passed on. Interestingly, Roberta Allen doesn’t put any qualifiers on who this person should be — gone or here. Must admit I’m puzzled. Fimnora swears I will know who to write about when I sit down to do it!!! We’ll see. So here we go…

Imagine someone important to you sitting in this chair. What would you say to this person that you’ve NEVER SAID before?

As always, remember to include a link to this post on YOUR blog post. Or if your response isn’t overly long, feel free to leave it in the comment section below. If you would like to play with us and see the previous prompts, they’re listed in the menu at the top of the blog in The Sandbox Writing Challenge. But please feel free to just jump in wherever we are at the moment! After all the prompts are really for YOU to get to know YOURSELF. So plop down there in the sand and get comfy. This might be one where you’ll be there for awhile!`

It kind of reminds me of when Q recommends a show, or movie, and I’m thinking inside, NAH, but then we sit and watch it and I’m roped in big time! Or, even something as simple as feeling it’s too cold to get into the shower, but stepping out of it makes me feel so refreshed. Don’t know if that makes sense. It just struck me how some things are just like how we view a prompt until we sit down to actually write.

I was raised by my grandparents. For the first twelve years of my life, we would go to Daytona Beach Shores, FL for summer vacation. My grandfather died in 1991 – I was thirteen. My grandmother died in 2005 – I was twenty-seven.

If I could tell my Daddy Bill anything, I would apologize for lying to him in 1991. I promised him that he would live to make it home. He died three days after my thirteenth birthday.

If I could tell my Granny anything, I would apologize for my last words to her (before death) – “I hate you.” I would tell her that I really did not hate her. She had Alzheimer’s and Dementia. I did not understand at the time and stayed frustrated – A LOT.

Tough situation with your grandma. Just three days before my mom passed we had words, too. And though I talked to her on the phone the next couple days, I never saw her face to face again and never got to apologize. It’s a hard thing to live with. {{{Cindy}}}

Well, my brother will never let me live it down. He always brings it up. As if it doesn’t hurt enough knowing how mean I was to her and that I said that! I didn’t get to see my Granny again. She got put in the nursing home and that was the last time I saw her. 😦

I could not afford it. So, writing was my way of dealing with it. I mean, I loved to write pre-death of loved ones, but…Writing helped my healing process because I could cry on the paper. You know what I mean?

Grab yourself a shovel and see what you “dig” up!

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